Saturday, October 31, 2009
THE BRUSHWORK OF LEONARD STARR: AN APPRECIATION
I was pleased that my last post about working with ink triggered a discussion in the comment section about the great Leonard Starr.
Regular readers know that I am a big admirer of Starr's brilliant draftsmanship in the comic strip On Stage. At regular intervals, I revisit On Stage just to renew my education. In view of the comments from readers, I thought it would be timely to share some inspiring examples of Starr's work with brush and ink.
Starr's no. 3 Winsor & Newton brush gave him more descriptive power than he could have obtained from a pen.
In the following panel, note Starr's elegant brushwork on the crouching figure, especially the brisk contoured shading of his left arm.
The next panel is a good example of the range of delicate applications for a brush in the hands of a talented artist: contrast the freedom of the curls in her hair with the lines of the folds in her nightgown sleeve, and contrast both with how effectively Starr sculpted those hands holding the phone:
Starr knew how to apply heavy inks for dramatic effect:
If anyone knows the whereabouts of the original of this daily strip, I'd love to hear from them.
But the heavy ink never gets out of control. The consummate craftsman, Starr maintains complete balance. In the following daily strip, only one face ever comes out of the shadows but the moonlight on that single dubious face works perfectly, both visually and as stagecraft.
Also, note the woman's upturned head as she offers her lips for a kiss (quite sexy, I thought). Starr gets the tilt just right, and delicately captures the effect of gravity on the back of her hair. You can tell when an artist is using silhouettes to avoid work, and when he really knows what he is doing.
For me, a bonus in Starr's artwork is that he is a master of facial expressions. Look at how he captures the emotion in the face of the loyal old soldier in the last panel...
Or the disappointed bemusement of the woman in the last panel here... not the simplest emotions to depict.
Starr seamlessly combined the strengths of the pen and the brush to create unified pictures of integrity and class.
For me, it defies the laws of physics that Starr was able to write and draw three such panels every day, six days a week, and three times that amount on Sundays. Today, the medium of the comic strip has evolved and no longer has room for this type of craftsmanship.
The entire wonderful series of On Stage is being reprinted by Classic Comics Press and I highly recommend it to you. The reprints have now reached the years where Starr really hit his stride. It is truly a pleasure to read.
Regular readers know that I am a big admirer of Starr's brilliant draftsmanship in the comic strip On Stage. At regular intervals, I revisit On Stage just to renew my education. In view of the comments from readers, I thought it would be timely to share some inspiring examples of Starr's work with brush and ink.
Starr's no. 3 Winsor & Newton brush gave him more descriptive power than he could have obtained from a pen.
In the following panel, note Starr's elegant brushwork on the crouching figure, especially the brisk contoured shading of his left arm.
The next panel is a good example of the range of delicate applications for a brush in the hands of a talented artist: contrast the freedom of the curls in her hair with the lines of the folds in her nightgown sleeve, and contrast both with how effectively Starr sculpted those hands holding the phone:
Starr knew how to apply heavy inks for dramatic effect:
If anyone knows the whereabouts of the original of this daily strip, I'd love to hear from them.
But the heavy ink never gets out of control. The consummate craftsman, Starr maintains complete balance. In the following daily strip, only one face ever comes out of the shadows but the moonlight on that single dubious face works perfectly, both visually and as stagecraft.
Also, note the woman's upturned head as she offers her lips for a kiss (quite sexy, I thought). Starr gets the tilt just right, and delicately captures the effect of gravity on the back of her hair. You can tell when an artist is using silhouettes to avoid work, and when he really knows what he is doing.
For me, a bonus in Starr's artwork is that he is a master of facial expressions. Look at how he captures the emotion in the face of the loyal old soldier in the last panel...
Or the disappointed bemusement of the woman in the last panel here... not the simplest emotions to depict.
Starr seamlessly combined the strengths of the pen and the brush to create unified pictures of integrity and class.
For me, it defies the laws of physics that Starr was able to write and draw three such panels every day, six days a week, and three times that amount on Sundays. Today, the medium of the comic strip has evolved and no longer has room for this type of craftsmanship.
The entire wonderful series of On Stage is being reprinted by Classic Comics Press and I highly recommend it to you. The reprints have now reached the years where Starr really hit his stride. It is truly a pleasure to read.
Vytal aka Donve – Sickodelico 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Save Me From the Gallup Poll – Kawgooshkanick & Brain Eraser
After a long pause, SMFTGP returns with two decidedly different approaches, both documented nearly a year ago.
First up is Kawgooshkanick, an electric swamp of half-rotted, eel-infested compost muck. Lurk in the bogs of a post-civilized river valley, home to mysterious tribes of telepathic warrior kings whose vengeance broods stealth beneath slime-covered waters. Get it here.
Next comes Brain Eraser, an audio testament to the power-mantra of matter over mind. Like an awful, cheap beer buzz – no high, no motor skills. Just dull thuds followed by high frequency flares, swirling in the cavernous hole that once housed your consciousness. Download this one and move it directly to your PC’s trash bin. Get it here.
Physical releases planned by year’s end. Pre-order yours tomorrow!
Kool Keith & Denis Deft - Bikinis N' Thongs (2009)
1. (00:03:55) Kool Keith & Denis Deft - Casting (feat. Aynzli Jones)
2. (00:03:14) Kool Keith & Denis Deft - Photo Session (feat. Yeti Beats)
3. (00:03:21) Kool Keith & Denis Deft - Executive Suites (feat. Yeti Beats)
4. (00:02:43) Kool Keith & Denis Deft - Give It 2U Girl (feat. Yeti Beats)
5. (00:03:34) Kool Keith & Denis Deft - Nasty Girl (feat. Mr. Maaly)
6. (00:03:58) Kool Keith & Denis Deft - Not the Same (feat. Yeti Beats)
7. (00:03:43) Kool Keith & Denis Deft - Real Super Stars (feat. Survivor Slim & Semjase Santana)
8. (00:03:20) Kool Keith & Denis Deft - Make U Wet (feat. Yeti Beats)
9. (00:02:41) Kool Keith & Denis Deft - Don't Worry About Me (feat. Fedie Demarco for Final Level)
10. (00:03:09) Kool Keith & Denis Deft - Fast Lane (feat. Yeti Beats)
11. (00:02:44) Kool Keith & Denis Deft - Take You There (feat. Yeti Beats)
12. (00:03:04) Kool Keith & Denis Deft - Touch UR Self (feat. Yeti Beats)
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
In A Sentimental Mood
Sonnet 44
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah, thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
Receiving nought by elements so slow,
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
(Shakespeare)
One more thing: The bone in the film is a wishbone:
The wishbone, known in anatomy as the furcula, is a sternum bone found in birds which is shaped like the letter Y. It is used as an attachment point for the wing muscles. It is so named because of a tradition: Two people pull on each side of such a bone, and when it breaks, the one who gets the larger part is said to have a wish granted.
The mechanical sculpture in the film is by Arthur Ganson. Some of his stuff is really awe-inspiring. Check this Machine with Artichoke Petal #2
Of course, it may bring to mind other art machines (Rebecca Horn, but also manyothers), but what I really appreciate here is the simplicity. Modest art is something to be cherished. It also reminds me of some of the musical experiences by the Portuguese musician Nuno Rebelo:
Even the really simple ones are really something: Machine with Chinese Fan
Is it kitsch? I don't care.
(via)
In A Sentimental Mood
Sonnet 44
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah, thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
Receiving nought by elements so slow,
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
(Shakespeare)
One more thing: The bone in the film is a wishbone:
The wishbone, known in anatomy as the furcula, is a sternum bone found in birds which is shaped like the letter Y. It is used as an attachment point for the wing muscles. It is so named because of a tradition: Two people pull on each side of such a bone, and when it breaks, the one who gets the larger part is said to have a wish granted.
The mechanical sculpture in the film is by Arthur Ganson. Some of his stuff is really awe-inspiring. Check this Machine with Artichoke Petal #2
Of course, it may bring to mind other art machines (Rebecca Horn, but also manyothers), but what I really appreciate here is the simplicity. Modest art is something to be cherished. It also reminds me of some of the musical experiences by the Portuguese musician Nuno Rebelo:
Even the really simple ones are really something: Machine with Chinese Fan
Is it kitsch? I don't care.
(via)
Monday, October 26, 2009
Masta Ace & Edo G - Arts & Entertainment (2009)
01. T.V. Night 00:48
02. Hands High (Prod. By M-Phazes) 03:41
03. Fans (Feat. Large Professor) (Prod. By DJ Supreme One) 04:16
04. A's & E's (This Is What We Do) (Feat. Marsha Ambrosious) 04:00
(Prod. By Baby Dooks)
05. Rocsi 00:36
06. Little Young (Prod. By M-Phazes) 03:08
07. Reminds Me (Prod. By DJ Supreme One) 02:40
08. Black Ice Interlude 00:40
09. Good Music (Feat. Posdnuos & Light) (Prod. By DJ Spinna) 04:02
10. Power Out 00:39
11. Pass The Mic (Feat. KRS-One) (Prod. By Double O) 03:13
12. Over There (Prod. By M-Phazes) 03:12
13. Round & Round (Feat. Doitall & Du Kelly) 03:31
(Prod. By DJ Supreme One)
14. Hot Wangs 00:46
15. Ei8ht Is Enuff (Prod. By Frank Dukes) 03:11
16. Here I Go Again (Feat. Jamelle Bundy) (Prod. By Rain) 03:18
17. You Me & Some Snacks 00:34
18. Dancing Like A White Girl 05:18
(Feat. Chester French & Pav Bundy) (Prod. By Pav Bundy)
19. Outro 03:26
Workingg
Just so you don't think I'm ignoring you - check out some great projects by Marc Kremers:
- As found, a site with images found on the net... Fantastic.
- The wonderfuly anarchist Tex Server.
- And some of Marc's animations can be found here.
Workingg
Just so you don't think I'm ignoring you - check out some great projects by Marc Kremers:
- As found, a site with images found on the net... Fantastic.
- The wonderfuly anarchist Tex Server.
- And some of Marc's animations can be found here.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Sean Price - Kimbo Price [The Prelude to Mic Tyson] (2009)
01-sean_price-intro
02-sean_price-ruckdown
03-sean_price-godfather_part_p
04-sean_price-goodnite_(feat._petro_and_royce_da_59)
05-sean_price-abortion_(feat._flood_diesel)
06-sean_price-tko_(feat._l.e.g.a.c.y)
07-sean_price-car_thiefs
08-sean_price-megasean
09-sean_price-boost_(feat._pf_cuttin)
10-sean_price-bars_of_death_(feat._poison_pen_and_swave_sevah)
11-sean_price-pork_chops_and_apple_sauce
12-sean_price-get_ya_sket_mic
13-sean_price-bueno_times_(feat._ruste_juxx)
14-sean_price-hot_(feat._law_and_rock)
15-sean_price-street_shit
16-sean_price-this_is_us_(feat._illanoyz_and_agallah)
17-sean_price-weed_and_hoes_(feat._st_maffew)
18-sean_price-slum_shady_skit
19-sean_price-mamma_i_want_to_sing_(feat._buckshot)
20-sean_price-bullshit_(radient_jewls_remix)
21-sean_price-ps_up
22-sean_price-suicide_doors_(feat._neil_rames)
23-sean_price-duckdown_(feat._skyzoo_and_torae)
The right and the rights
So how was it for YOU?
Not all of Robert Grigolov's work convinces me. Some of it seems like simple tricks pour épater les bourgeois. But isn't part of the fun about discovering the value something has for you when taking out of a context which isn't necessarily one you appreciate?
Why does the above installation have the title Dollar Bill? I don't know. I have some ideas, but I don't think I want to follow them. And, just as Daniel Pennac's 10 Inalienable Rights of the Reader, so any spectator has similar rights, among them, to decide arbitrarily where the work begins and ends for her.
This doesn't need to mean any sort of glorification of ignorance. However, it does accept it as part of the deal. After all, the spectator is no less free than the artist, is he?
This should be a very obvious question. Aesthetic relativism is something seemingly accepted. Yet the contemporary art world seems to specialize in "right" ways of looking at its creations.
Anything goes - yet there is still plenty of exciting space for dialogue. Tastes are indeed something we discuss and shape, aesthetic experience is a beautifuly shapeable thing. And yet one of the most difficult things is to stay within the play of common value-seeking and exploration of personal experience, and not move into the discourse of competence, the universe of authority, which might sustain a big chunk of what the contemporary art world is about, but is hardly enjoyable for those of us who like their artflesh stupendously raw and intimate.
(via)
Not all of Robert Grigolov's work convinces me. Some of it seems like simple tricks pour épater les bourgeois. But isn't part of the fun about discovering the value something has for you when taking out of a context which isn't necessarily one you appreciate?
Why does the above installation have the title Dollar Bill? I don't know. I have some ideas, but I don't think I want to follow them. And, just as Daniel Pennac's 10 Inalienable Rights of the Reader, so any spectator has similar rights, among them, to decide arbitrarily where the work begins and ends for her.
This doesn't need to mean any sort of glorification of ignorance. However, it does accept it as part of the deal. After all, the spectator is no less free than the artist, is he?
This should be a very obvious question. Aesthetic relativism is something seemingly accepted. Yet the contemporary art world seems to specialize in "right" ways of looking at its creations.
Anything goes - yet there is still plenty of exciting space for dialogue. Tastes are indeed something we discuss and shape, aesthetic experience is a beautifuly shapeable thing. And yet one of the most difficult things is to stay within the play of common value-seeking and exploration of personal experience, and not move into the discourse of competence, the universe of authority, which might sustain a big chunk of what the contemporary art world is about, but is hardly enjoyable for those of us who like their artflesh stupendously raw and intimate.
(via)
The right and the rights
So how was it for YOU?
Not all of Robert Grigolov's work convinces me. Some of it seems like simple tricks pour épater les bourgeois. But isn't part of the fun about discovering the value something has for you when taking out of a context which isn't necessarily one you appreciate?
Why does the above installation have the title Dollar Bill? I don't know. I have some ideas, but I don't think I want to follow them. And, just as Daniel Pennac's 10 Inalienable Rights of the Reader, so any spectator has similar rights, among them, to decide arbitrarily where the work begins and ends for her.
This doesn't need to mean any sort of glorification of ignorance. However, it does accept it as part of the deal. After all, the spectator is no less free than the artist, is he?
This should be a very obvious question. Aesthetic relativism is something seemingly accepted. Yet the contemporary art world seems to specialize in "right" ways of looking at its creations.
Anything goes - yet there is still plenty of exciting space for dialogue. Tastes are indeed something we discuss and shape, aesthetic experience is a beautifuly shapeable thing. And yet one of the most difficult things is to stay within the play of common value-seeking and exploration of personal experience, and not move into the discourse of competence, the universe of authority, which might sustain a big chunk of what the contemporary art world is about, but is hardly enjoyable for those of us who like their artflesh stupendously raw and intimate.
(via)
Not all of Robert Grigolov's work convinces me. Some of it seems like simple tricks pour épater les bourgeois. But isn't part of the fun about discovering the value something has for you when taking out of a context which isn't necessarily one you appreciate?
Why does the above installation have the title Dollar Bill? I don't know. I have some ideas, but I don't think I want to follow them. And, just as Daniel Pennac's 10 Inalienable Rights of the Reader, so any spectator has similar rights, among them, to decide arbitrarily where the work begins and ends for her.
This doesn't need to mean any sort of glorification of ignorance. However, it does accept it as part of the deal. After all, the spectator is no less free than the artist, is he?
This should be a very obvious question. Aesthetic relativism is something seemingly accepted. Yet the contemporary art world seems to specialize in "right" ways of looking at its creations.
Anything goes - yet there is still plenty of exciting space for dialogue. Tastes are indeed something we discuss and shape, aesthetic experience is a beautifuly shapeable thing. And yet one of the most difficult things is to stay within the play of common value-seeking and exploration of personal experience, and not move into the discourse of competence, the universe of authority, which might sustain a big chunk of what the contemporary art world is about, but is hardly enjoyable for those of us who like their artflesh stupendously raw and intimate.
(via)
Friday, October 23, 2009
Broadway Turns Up the Volume
As mics and backing tracks multiply, the theater world is divided
On stage at the Broadway revival of Neil Simon's "Brighton Beach Memoirs" are seven actors—and 23 hidden microphones. The new musical "Fela!" has 80 speakers hung around the theater, and mic transmitters embedded in a character's tap shoes. And during one song in "The Phantom of the Opera," actors choose whether to sing along—or just mouth the words—to a prerecorded vocal track.
With theater producers increasingly reliant on revenues from touring shows playing spaces with as many as 4,000 seats, more shows are being rigged with miniature mics and high-tech sound systems to project the performances to the far reaches of the theaters. Sophisticated sound mixing systems can make singers' voices sound better than they would otherwise. And, unbeknownst to most audience members, some performers in musicals are occasionally backed by prerecorded vocal tracks, allowing them to sing quietly, or sometimes not at all, during strenuous dance numbers or scenes with complex effects.
With theater producers increasingly reliant on revenues from touring shows playing spaces with as many as 4,000 seats, more shows are being rigged with miniature mics and high-tech sound systems to project the performances to the far reaches of the theaters. Sophisticated sound mixing systems can make singers' voices sound better than they would otherwise. And, unbeknownst to most audience members, some performers in musicals are occasionally backed by prerecorded vocal tracks, allowing them to sing quietly, or sometimes not at all, during strenuous dance numbers or scenes with complex effects.
Just as Bob Dylan was booed when he "went electric" at the Newport Folk Festival in 1965, the theater community is divided over the growing manipulation of sound on stage. Manny Azenberg, 75 years old, whose first Broadway show as a producer was "The Lion in Winter" in 1966, agreed to allow hidden mics on stage in "Brighton Beach" but refused to put body mics on actors. "You lose quality, you lose intimacy, you lose the reality of the theater," he says.
Many theatergoers have come to expect the miking effect. Microphones on stage allow actors to speak more naturally, emulating the more realistic performance style that audiences are used to from movies and television. Audiences also expect entertainment to be louder generally, after years of surround-sound in movie theaters. Sound designers say it's necessary to turn up the volume on actors as Broadway theaters themselves get louder, with automated lighting and set-moving equipment making a continual background noise. "There's very little true quiet in the theater anymore," says Tom Clark of Acme Sound Partners, which is designing the sound for "Bye Bye Birdie" and other shows this season.
Playwright David Mamet is known for refusing to use any mics at all in his plays. It may be a losing battle. At a recent performance of "Oleanna," his play about sexual harassment now on Broadway, an audience member complained at a "talk back" for theatergoers after the show. Dennis Sandman, a 56-year-old financial planner from East Brunswick, N.J., said he couldn't hear the play from the balcony. "The actors should've worn mics," he told the group. "It's important when you have one of these talkathons to hear it clearly."
Many theatergoers have come to expect the miking effect. Microphones on stage allow actors to speak more naturally, emulating the more realistic performance style that audiences are used to from movies and television. Audiences also expect entertainment to be louder generally, after years of surround-sound in movie theaters. Sound designers say it's necessary to turn up the volume on actors as Broadway theaters themselves get louder, with automated lighting and set-moving equipment making a continual background noise. "There's very little true quiet in the theater anymore," says Tom Clark of Acme Sound Partners, which is designing the sound for "Bye Bye Birdie" and other shows this season.
Playwright David Mamet is known for refusing to use any mics at all in his plays. It may be a losing battle. At a recent performance of "Oleanna," his play about sexual harassment now on Broadway, an audience member complained at a "talk back" for theatergoers after the show. Dennis Sandman, a 56-year-old financial planner from East Brunswick, N.J., said he couldn't hear the play from the balcony. "The actors should've worn mics," he told the group. "It's important when you have one of these talkathons to hear it clearly."
Overt amplification of shows took off in the late 1960s and '70s, as rock musicals such as "Hair" and "Jesus Christ Superstar" used handheld mics to propel actors' voices over loud music. By the 1980s, musicals got louder as entire casts in shows such as "Les Misérables" donned body mics. The holdout: Straight plays, which usually relied on area mics—devices positioned on and around the stage, not on the performers. As the stream of celebrities on Broadway has picked up, miking has helped to accommodate screen actors with less experience projecting their lines.
More recently, some sound designers have taken the more controversial step of putting body mics on actors in straight plays—outfitting them with battery packs and often hiding thin microphones in their hairlines—as improvements in sound equipment have allowed amplified sound to take on a more natural quality.
The Pulitzer-winning Broadway play "August: Osage County," which last played in a 1,000-seat Broadway theater, is now on tour around the country in theaters that have housed musicals such as "Wicked." Plays, which are less expensive to produce than musicals, have become popular choices on the touring circuit. To make the family drama work in spaces such as the 4,000-seat Fabulous Fox Theatre in St. Louis, the show's crew has hidden body mics in the cast's costumes.
Actress Shannon Cochran, who plays the oldest daughter in "August: Osage County," says she doesn't have to make big gestures to indicate whom she's talking to anymore. There is one complication: A sound mixer needs to keep tight control over cast members' levels during fight scenes, when the characters are screaming at each other. "He's definitely riding it to make sure you don't blow out a speaker," she says.
Sound designer Russell Goldsmith says miking added new depth to the storytelling in the Broadway play "Exit the King" earlier this year. He placed body mics on all the actors, including Geoffrey Rush, who won a Tony Award for his performance. Since the drama takes place in the throne room of a decrepit king, Mr. Goldsmith manipulated the mics to evoke the sound of voices in a room with a cathedral ceiling.
There is one aspect of sound design that is almost never discussed on Broadway: backing tracks, which have been used in musicals since the 1980s. In Broadway's "Chicago," for instance, the show's sound designer, Scott Lehrer, says there are about five of these tracks—recorded vocals of songs that play along intermittently with ensemble members who may not be able to sing loudly, or may stop singing, often because they're dancing too strenuously. The device, which requires prior approval from the actor's union to ensure it is used sparingly, makes it look as if performers are singing full-throttle even if they're not.
More recently, some sound designers have taken the more controversial step of putting body mics on actors in straight plays—outfitting them with battery packs and often hiding thin microphones in their hairlines—as improvements in sound equipment have allowed amplified sound to take on a more natural quality.
The Pulitzer-winning Broadway play "August: Osage County," which last played in a 1,000-seat Broadway theater, is now on tour around the country in theaters that have housed musicals such as "Wicked." Plays, which are less expensive to produce than musicals, have become popular choices on the touring circuit. To make the family drama work in spaces such as the 4,000-seat Fabulous Fox Theatre in St. Louis, the show's crew has hidden body mics in the cast's costumes.
Actress Shannon Cochran, who plays the oldest daughter in "August: Osage County," says she doesn't have to make big gestures to indicate whom she's talking to anymore. There is one complication: A sound mixer needs to keep tight control over cast members' levels during fight scenes, when the characters are screaming at each other. "He's definitely riding it to make sure you don't blow out a speaker," she says.
Sound designer Russell Goldsmith says miking added new depth to the storytelling in the Broadway play "Exit the King" earlier this year. He placed body mics on all the actors, including Geoffrey Rush, who won a Tony Award for his performance. Since the drama takes place in the throne room of a decrepit king, Mr. Goldsmith manipulated the mics to evoke the sound of voices in a room with a cathedral ceiling.
There is one aspect of sound design that is almost never discussed on Broadway: backing tracks, which have been used in musicals since the 1980s. In Broadway's "Chicago," for instance, the show's sound designer, Scott Lehrer, says there are about five of these tracks—recorded vocals of songs that play along intermittently with ensemble members who may not be able to sing loudly, or may stop singing, often because they're dancing too strenuously. The device, which requires prior approval from the actor's union to ensure it is used sparingly, makes it look as if performers are singing full-throttle even if they're not.
"Bye Bye Birdie" uses a background track for about 30 seconds during "A Healthy, Normal American Boy," when the cast is rushing to make costume changes while still singing, says Mr. Clark.
In "The Phantom of the Opera," the entire title song is pre-recorded. To create the illusion that the Phantom and Christine are everywhere at once during the song, body doubles pop up around the stage in quick succession along with the leads. The actors playing the Phantom and Christine either sing along or mouth the words to the track of their recorded voices, depending on which feels more comfortable for them, according to a spokesman for the show; the body doubles simply mouth the words.
Requests for the tracks— also called "sweetening" or "click tracks"—are reviewed case by case, says Maria Somma, spokeswoman for Actor's Equity Association. "We've always been very careful about making these kinds of decisions because this is live theater and audiences are expecting the full compliment of voices, dancing and musicians," she says. But she says sometimes it's warranted: "With the more complicated choreography it becomes more difficult in certain limited situations for the performer to both sing and dance," she says.
The theater establishment has recently started embracing the idea that amplification and other aspects of sound design aren't a necessary evil, but an art form. Sound designers received their first ever Tony Awards last year (it went to Mic Pool for his clever use of sound effects in the play "The 39 Steps," and in the musical category, to Mr. Lehrer, who made an orchestra located under the stage sound natural in "South Pacific."). "It's been a point of irritation with sound designers for some time that the visual design elements were considered artistic, but at least in some people's minds, sound design was not sufficiently artistic to merit a Tony Award," says Jonathan Darling, co-commissioner of sound at the United States Institute for Theatre Technology.
Over the past decade, theater sound designers have built on advances in the music and film industries, says David Budries, chair of the sound department at the Yale School of Drama. Microphones aren't just smaller and lighter, but more specialized, so one model can help a thin voice sound less reedy and another can help a deep voice sound clearer. Mr. Budries says tools like these aren't meant to cover up bad singing but can help counteract any distortion of a performer's voice caused by the position of the mic, costumes or scenery.
Mr. Lehrer is designing sound for "Finian's Rainbow," a musical revival opening Thursday. Women in the show wear triple-A battery-powered transmitters pinned to their heads under their wigs. Well-placed curls dipping onto their brows hide tiny microphones. Men wear the same transmitter attached to an arm, a thigh or even a jock strap (it can hurt to roll on a transmitter, so they put it in a protected area).
At a recent tech rehearsal, the mics were almost too powerful. In one scene, Senator Rawkins, a rotund and blustery southern politician in a white suit, played by David Schramm, fans himself while saying the lines, "Bromo-Seltzer! Where is that Bromo?" In the audience, the fanning was so loud it sounded like birds taking flight. Mr. Lehrer told the actor not to use the prop near his face and the mic was turned down between his lines.
The microphones embedded in the stage at "Brighton Beach Memoirs" represented a compromise. Many people in the 1,223-seat Nederlander Theatre—likely to include elderly audiences—wouldn't be able to hear the play without amplification, so Fitz Patton, one of the sound designers, concealed nearly two dozen microphones around the set.
Now, when Jack Jerome, the family patriarch, turns to adjust the radio dial, he speaks his lines into a microphone embedded in the radio. Audiences in the rear balcony can hear a heart-to-heart talk between brothers Stanley and Eugene on the stoop at stage right, thanks in part to a mic concealed in a chain-link fence.
Stage sound isn't always invisible. Actor Pablo Schreiber was half-naked for much of "Desire Under the Elms," a fraught drama by Eugene O'Neill on Broadway earlier this year. Audiences seated at the front of the 1,623-seat St. James Theatre could see a battery pack in his long johns with his microphone wire running down his bare back.
Mr. Schreiber says initially he was opposed to using a mic, but later realized it helped involve the audience in ways an acoustic performance might not have in a large theater. During his character's love scene with his voluptuous stepmother, played by Carla Gugino, he could whisper to her and look into her eyes instead of projecting outwards.
Occasionally, miking mishaps occur. Mr. Lehrer recalls a performance of "Damn Yankees" at New York City Center last year, when the sound mixer turned up an actor's mic, not realizing the performer was late for his entrance. Instead of hearing his line, some audience members heard the actor cursing about being stuck in a theater elevator.
Actors typically overcome any technical difficulties. In the bathroom backstage at "South Pacific" last year, says Mr. Lehrer, an actress accidentally dropped her mic pack in the toilet. She fished it out, and continued her performance.
In "The Phantom of the Opera," the entire title song is pre-recorded. To create the illusion that the Phantom and Christine are everywhere at once during the song, body doubles pop up around the stage in quick succession along with the leads. The actors playing the Phantom and Christine either sing along or mouth the words to the track of their recorded voices, depending on which feels more comfortable for them, according to a spokesman for the show; the body doubles simply mouth the words.
Requests for the tracks— also called "sweetening" or "click tracks"—are reviewed case by case, says Maria Somma, spokeswoman for Actor's Equity Association. "We've always been very careful about making these kinds of decisions because this is live theater and audiences are expecting the full compliment of voices, dancing and musicians," she says. But she says sometimes it's warranted: "With the more complicated choreography it becomes more difficult in certain limited situations for the performer to both sing and dance," she says.
The theater establishment has recently started embracing the idea that amplification and other aspects of sound design aren't a necessary evil, but an art form. Sound designers received their first ever Tony Awards last year (it went to Mic Pool for his clever use of sound effects in the play "The 39 Steps," and in the musical category, to Mr. Lehrer, who made an orchestra located under the stage sound natural in "South Pacific."). "It's been a point of irritation with sound designers for some time that the visual design elements were considered artistic, but at least in some people's minds, sound design was not sufficiently artistic to merit a Tony Award," says Jonathan Darling, co-commissioner of sound at the United States Institute for Theatre Technology.
Over the past decade, theater sound designers have built on advances in the music and film industries, says David Budries, chair of the sound department at the Yale School of Drama. Microphones aren't just smaller and lighter, but more specialized, so one model can help a thin voice sound less reedy and another can help a deep voice sound clearer. Mr. Budries says tools like these aren't meant to cover up bad singing but can help counteract any distortion of a performer's voice caused by the position of the mic, costumes or scenery.
Mr. Lehrer is designing sound for "Finian's Rainbow," a musical revival opening Thursday. Women in the show wear triple-A battery-powered transmitters pinned to their heads under their wigs. Well-placed curls dipping onto their brows hide tiny microphones. Men wear the same transmitter attached to an arm, a thigh or even a jock strap (it can hurt to roll on a transmitter, so they put it in a protected area).
At a recent tech rehearsal, the mics were almost too powerful. In one scene, Senator Rawkins, a rotund and blustery southern politician in a white suit, played by David Schramm, fans himself while saying the lines, "Bromo-Seltzer! Where is that Bromo?" In the audience, the fanning was so loud it sounded like birds taking flight. Mr. Lehrer told the actor not to use the prop near his face and the mic was turned down between his lines.
The microphones embedded in the stage at "Brighton Beach Memoirs" represented a compromise. Many people in the 1,223-seat Nederlander Theatre—likely to include elderly audiences—wouldn't be able to hear the play without amplification, so Fitz Patton, one of the sound designers, concealed nearly two dozen microphones around the set.
Now, when Jack Jerome, the family patriarch, turns to adjust the radio dial, he speaks his lines into a microphone embedded in the radio. Audiences in the rear balcony can hear a heart-to-heart talk between brothers Stanley and Eugene on the stoop at stage right, thanks in part to a mic concealed in a chain-link fence.
Stage sound isn't always invisible. Actor Pablo Schreiber was half-naked for much of "Desire Under the Elms," a fraught drama by Eugene O'Neill on Broadway earlier this year. Audiences seated at the front of the 1,623-seat St. James Theatre could see a battery pack in his long johns with his microphone wire running down his bare back.
Mr. Schreiber says initially he was opposed to using a mic, but later realized it helped involve the audience in ways an acoustic performance might not have in a large theater. During his character's love scene with his voluptuous stepmother, played by Carla Gugino, he could whisper to her and look into her eyes instead of projecting outwards.
Occasionally, miking mishaps occur. Mr. Lehrer recalls a performance of "Damn Yankees" at New York City Center last year, when the sound mixer turned up an actor's mic, not realizing the performer was late for his entrance. Instead of hearing his line, some audience members heard the actor cursing about being stuck in a theater elevator.
Actors typically overcome any technical difficulties. In the bathroom backstage at "South Pacific" last year, says Mr. Lehrer, an actress accidentally dropped her mic pack in the toilet. She fished it out, and continued her performance.
Saw VI
'Saw VI': latest in torture porn franchise is one we wish we hadn't seen
A serial killer's deadly interlocking games continue. With Tobin Bell, Costas Mandylor. (1:31) R: Graphic horror. At area theaters.
Just in time for the health care debate — oops, make that Halloween — comes "Saw VI," which may or not help the public option push through, but certainly gives that phrase some new, graphic, bloody meaning.
Just as the James Bond films had their pre-title sequences, so this new "Saw" begins with a quick "test" from the killer Jigsaw (Tobin Bell), who died a few films back in the series, but is seen frequently in this year's entry via flashbacks and visions. Two employees guilty of predatory lending are forced to pay for their crime of helping folks who can't repay loan go into debt. Let's just say it's gonna cost someone an arm and a leg.
Eventually the scowling Det. Hoffmann (Costas Mandylor), formerly a pursuer of Jigsaw and then an accomplice, emerges as one of the people helping to keep the dead man's demented dream alive: To force the real ghouls of society to either pay for their sins, come face to face with their impact on the world or learn to appreciate their own life. (These movies have to be a favorite of Dexter Morgan from Showtime's "Dexter.")
All of those are eventually presented to the coldhearted vice president of a health insurance company (Mark Rolston) who had once turned John "Jigsaw" Kramer down when a cancer-treatment procedure could have prevented his death. Now, as Hoffman — under scrutiny himself by the police — and Kramer's widow, Jill (Betsy Russell), put the wheels into place for a vicious new "game," the VP that callously canceled patients' insurance due to "pre-existing conditions" has to live, and maybe die, with blood on his hands (and everywhere else).
If you're a fan of these films, you know that you go for the complex hoops Jigsaw puts his victims through, the oblique moral code and the way Tobin Bell pours menace and melancholy into the most common villain's dialogue. If you're not a fan, you'll wonder why this horror series is so successful (though not as much as when the series was fresh; box office attendance has dropped regularly since 2006's "Saw III"). After all, with the ludicrous Rube Goldberg-style contraptions, clumsily interlocking storylines, murky industrial-grade cinematography and mostly Z-list actors (Russell played Angel in 1985's "Avenging Angel"! Cameo-ing costar Shawnee Smith was a voice in a "Grand Theft Auto" videogame! Costas Mandylor is, well, Costas Mandylor!), these movies lack a whole lot of panache.
But they do often pack a punch, especially in the gore department, and in that area, this "American Idol" of torture porn doesn't disappoint. Is it enjoyable? No. But Michael Moore may want to steal some of Jigsaw's techniques the next time he takes on the health care industry.
Just in time for the health care debate — oops, make that Halloween — comes "Saw VI," which may or not help the public option push through, but certainly gives that phrase some new, graphic, bloody meaning.
Just as the James Bond films had their pre-title sequences, so this new "Saw" begins with a quick "test" from the killer Jigsaw (Tobin Bell), who died a few films back in the series, but is seen frequently in this year's entry via flashbacks and visions. Two employees guilty of predatory lending are forced to pay for their crime of helping folks who can't repay loan go into debt. Let's just say it's gonna cost someone an arm and a leg.
Eventually the scowling Det. Hoffmann (Costas Mandylor), formerly a pursuer of Jigsaw and then an accomplice, emerges as one of the people helping to keep the dead man's demented dream alive: To force the real ghouls of society to either pay for their sins, come face to face with their impact on the world or learn to appreciate their own life. (These movies have to be a favorite of Dexter Morgan from Showtime's "Dexter.")
All of those are eventually presented to the coldhearted vice president of a health insurance company (Mark Rolston) who had once turned John "Jigsaw" Kramer down when a cancer-treatment procedure could have prevented his death. Now, as Hoffman — under scrutiny himself by the police — and Kramer's widow, Jill (Betsy Russell), put the wheels into place for a vicious new "game," the VP that callously canceled patients' insurance due to "pre-existing conditions" has to live, and maybe die, with blood on his hands (and everywhere else).
If you're a fan of these films, you know that you go for the complex hoops Jigsaw puts his victims through, the oblique moral code and the way Tobin Bell pours menace and melancholy into the most common villain's dialogue. If you're not a fan, you'll wonder why this horror series is so successful (though not as much as when the series was fresh; box office attendance has dropped regularly since 2006's "Saw III"). After all, with the ludicrous Rube Goldberg-style contraptions, clumsily interlocking storylines, murky industrial-grade cinematography and mostly Z-list actors (Russell played Angel in 1985's "Avenging Angel"! Cameo-ing costar Shawnee Smith was a voice in a "Grand Theft Auto" videogame! Costas Mandylor is, well, Costas Mandylor!), these movies lack a whole lot of panache.
But they do often pack a punch, especially in the gore department, and in that area, this "American Idol" of torture porn doesn't disappoint. Is it enjoyable? No. But Michael Moore may want to steal some of Jigsaw's techniques the next time he takes on the health care industry.
by Joe Neumaier
Uma and Motherhood: A Parody Waiting to Happen
Uma Thurman and Anthony Edwards in Motherhood
In this post–women's liberation era — it did happen, although a lot of people seem to have forgotten this — it is hard to believe that an amply educated, allegedly intellectually eager woman like mother Eliza Welsh, the character played by Uma Thurman in Motherhood, would be at all surprised to find herself dissatisfied with frazzled days spent tethered to a stroller. But she genuinely seems to consider herself a pioneer, a truth teller of the not-entirely-pleased stay-at-home-mom set.
"Nobody ever talks about this stuff," Eliza grouses to her best friend, Sheila (Minnie Driver), as they are leaving their children's school, having dropped off something essential but forgotten in the morning rush to get out the door.
Eliza, are you nuts? They do. Ad nauseam. And they write about it too. You should know that — you're a stay-at-home mom and self-described feminist who writes about small triumphs and big miseries on an oft-neglected blog called the Bjorn Identity. Do you never look at any other parenting websites written from a female perspective? You're also a loyal New Yorker, who guards your West Village neighborhood against tourists who have the temerity to stop to admire it ("It's a neighborhood, people, not a theme park," you snap), so surely you've seen the Sunday New York Times? It contains a magazine that frequently and capably chronicles the various dilemmas facing contemporary women, particularly the one involving balancing motherhood with a career. (See TIME's cover story "The State of the American Woman.")
Ten years ago, Eliza, who smokes and swears and says it like she feels it, might have seemed like a breath of fresh, frank air, a maternal version of Carrie Bradshaw. But in 2009, as she pants out her lines and flaps about frenetically — like Courteney Cox in Cougar Town, Thurman approaches portraying a 40-something as if she's auditioning for the part of a winded windmill — she just seems clueless. Or like a woman who didn't consider her choices carefully enough, locked herself in a prison of her own device and is now snarling like a caged tiger. The movie is set in the course of one day, and with the exception of her children, few who cross her path escape her wrath, from guys who take her parking spot to the people in line at the party store to the aforementioned tourists. (See the best and worst moms ever.)
Writer-director Katherine Dieckmann has supplied a simple narrative thread familiar to all mothers: multitasking. This means that if you're already a mother, watching Motherhood is a little like spending a bad day with your most self-involved self. On this day, Eliza must shop for and give a birthday party for her daughter Clara, who is turning 6, care for her toddler (who, Eliza should be grateful, is always nodding off into a convenient nap) and also find the time to pen an essay about "What Motherhood Means to Me" for a contest she would like to win. The piece only has to be 500 words long, although I have a hunch Eliza could sum it up in nine: "Schlepping, schmatas and not nearly enough sex or showering." The prize is a regular column in the fictional Lunchbox magazine, paying $3,000 a month.
With that validation, Eliza might feel like herself again. And what would that mean? For starters, someone whose voice the world needed. In a scene in which Eliza flirts with an attractive young delivery man, we see him improbably happen upon a literary journal containing a picture of the young Thurman, looking defiant and hip, alongside some of Eliza's early prose. He starts reading aloud and she stops him, thankfully. "That was my thing," she says without a trace of irony. "That kind of ferociously lyrical fiction."
She's from an entitled mind-set. Not monetarily — her husband Avery (Anthony Edwards) is a magazine editor, and they live in two adjacent rent-stabilized apartments and drive a Volvo old enough to still look like a Volvo — but rather, intellectually. She's a woman who treats a career as sort of an accessory, something that ought to be easy to pick up once you're in the mood. She's less a Mother Who Thinks than a mother who thinks she ought to be thinking.
There's no self-doubt when it comes to the contest; she assumes that if she applies herself even a little, she'll win. She taps away at the keyboard for a few minutes, then heads off to a sample sale with Sheila. (Driver, blooming with her own pregnancy at the time of filming, is the best thing in Motherhood; she's wry and funny and real.) I was too busy eying the racks to see if the legendary New York sample sales are really all that to notice that this marked a serious lapse in Eliza's work ethic. But Avery calls her on it, right after she has whined about his negative response to her first draft, asking, if the essay were so important, "why did you go shopping with your friends?"
The honest answer is, because otherwise she might have missed the opportunity to buy a $380 dress for $40. Watching Thurman deliver this line, I thought of the opportunity Dieckmann missed. Her eye for the details of motherhood, from the list-making to the depressing nature of adults socializing in a sandbox while their precious offspring play, is so acute. If she would just edit out the few soft touches designed to make us like Eliza — like her kind attentions to an elderly neighbor — Motherhood would play like a flat-out parody of the entitled, self-involved mother, fretting more than she copes and blogging more than she mothers. Isn't that a character ripe for mocking?
Eliza, are you nuts? They do. Ad nauseam. And they write about it too. You should know that — you're a stay-at-home mom and self-described feminist who writes about small triumphs and big miseries on an oft-neglected blog called the Bjorn Identity. Do you never look at any other parenting websites written from a female perspective? You're also a loyal New Yorker, who guards your West Village neighborhood against tourists who have the temerity to stop to admire it ("It's a neighborhood, people, not a theme park," you snap), so surely you've seen the Sunday New York Times? It contains a magazine that frequently and capably chronicles the various dilemmas facing contemporary women, particularly the one involving balancing motherhood with a career. (See TIME's cover story "The State of the American Woman.")
Ten years ago, Eliza, who smokes and swears and says it like she feels it, might have seemed like a breath of fresh, frank air, a maternal version of Carrie Bradshaw. But in 2009, as she pants out her lines and flaps about frenetically — like Courteney Cox in Cougar Town, Thurman approaches portraying a 40-something as if she's auditioning for the part of a winded windmill — she just seems clueless. Or like a woman who didn't consider her choices carefully enough, locked herself in a prison of her own device and is now snarling like a caged tiger. The movie is set in the course of one day, and with the exception of her children, few who cross her path escape her wrath, from guys who take her parking spot to the people in line at the party store to the aforementioned tourists. (See the best and worst moms ever.)
Writer-director Katherine Dieckmann has supplied a simple narrative thread familiar to all mothers: multitasking. This means that if you're already a mother, watching Motherhood is a little like spending a bad day with your most self-involved self. On this day, Eliza must shop for and give a birthday party for her daughter Clara, who is turning 6, care for her toddler (who, Eliza should be grateful, is always nodding off into a convenient nap) and also find the time to pen an essay about "What Motherhood Means to Me" for a contest she would like to win. The piece only has to be 500 words long, although I have a hunch Eliza could sum it up in nine: "Schlepping, schmatas and not nearly enough sex or showering." The prize is a regular column in the fictional Lunchbox magazine, paying $3,000 a month.
With that validation, Eliza might feel like herself again. And what would that mean? For starters, someone whose voice the world needed. In a scene in which Eliza flirts with an attractive young delivery man, we see him improbably happen upon a literary journal containing a picture of the young Thurman, looking defiant and hip, alongside some of Eliza's early prose. He starts reading aloud and she stops him, thankfully. "That was my thing," she says without a trace of irony. "That kind of ferociously lyrical fiction."
She's from an entitled mind-set. Not monetarily — her husband Avery (Anthony Edwards) is a magazine editor, and they live in two adjacent rent-stabilized apartments and drive a Volvo old enough to still look like a Volvo — but rather, intellectually. She's a woman who treats a career as sort of an accessory, something that ought to be easy to pick up once you're in the mood. She's less a Mother Who Thinks than a mother who thinks she ought to be thinking.
There's no self-doubt when it comes to the contest; she assumes that if she applies herself even a little, she'll win. She taps away at the keyboard for a few minutes, then heads off to a sample sale with Sheila. (Driver, blooming with her own pregnancy at the time of filming, is the best thing in Motherhood; she's wry and funny and real.) I was too busy eying the racks to see if the legendary New York sample sales are really all that to notice that this marked a serious lapse in Eliza's work ethic. But Avery calls her on it, right after she has whined about his negative response to her first draft, asking, if the essay were so important, "why did you go shopping with your friends?"
The honest answer is, because otherwise she might have missed the opportunity to buy a $380 dress for $40. Watching Thurman deliver this line, I thought of the opportunity Dieckmann missed. Her eye for the details of motherhood, from the list-making to the depressing nature of adults socializing in a sandbox while their precious offspring play, is so acute. If she would just edit out the few soft touches designed to make us like Eliza — like her kind attentions to an elderly neighbor — Motherhood would play like a flat-out parody of the entitled, self-involved mother, fretting more than she copes and blogging more than she mothers. Isn't that a character ripe for mocking?
By Mary Pols
Patrick Swayze's widow to break her silence
Six weeks after Patrick Swayze lost his battle with pancreatic cancer at age 57, his widow Lisa Niemi will participate in a roundtable discussion on Grief, Healing and Resilience at the Women's Conference 2009 in Long Beach, California, next Tuesday, Oct. 27.
In her first interview since Swayze's Sept. 14 death, Niemi, 53, who was married to the actor for 34 years, will join Elizabeth Edwards and Susan St. James, both of whom suffered the loss of children in accidents.
The discussion will be moderated by California First Lady and Women's Conference host Maria Shriver, who this summer lost her mother Eunice Shriver and uncle Ted Kennedy.
Patrick Swayze: A Talented Heartthrob Remembered
Swayze and Niemi, who met as teenagers while they were both students at his mom's dance studio, shared one of Hollywood's most enduring romances.
Over the years, the couple -- both pilots who often flew together and shared a love of horseback riding and the outdoors -- developed "an ease," Swayze told PEOPLE in 2007. "We've been partners for a long time."
Pals: Patrick & Lisa Swayze Are 'Each Other's Rocks'
It was Lisa who proved a "pillar of strength" during the trying past year, her brother-in-law Don told PEOPLE. United in their focus to overcome Swayze's pancreatic cancer and, as ever, spend his last days by each other's sides, the couple maintained a fierce determination right up until Swayze's death.
The Women's Conference 2009, hosted by Shriver and Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger, gathers more than 100 newsmakers and world opinion leaders with 25,000 women from all walks of life for to be "educated, inspired and empowered to be Architects of Change in their own lives, within their communities and around the world."
The discussion will be moderated by California First Lady and Women's Conference host Maria Shriver, who this summer lost her mother Eunice Shriver and uncle Ted Kennedy.
Patrick Swayze: A Talented Heartthrob Remembered
Swayze and Niemi, who met as teenagers while they were both students at his mom's dance studio, shared one of Hollywood's most enduring romances.
Over the years, the couple -- both pilots who often flew together and shared a love of horseback riding and the outdoors -- developed "an ease," Swayze told PEOPLE in 2007. "We've been partners for a long time."
Pals: Patrick & Lisa Swayze Are 'Each Other's Rocks'
It was Lisa who proved a "pillar of strength" during the trying past year, her brother-in-law Don told PEOPLE. United in their focus to overcome Swayze's pancreatic cancer and, as ever, spend his last days by each other's sides, the couple maintained a fierce determination right up until Swayze's death.
The Women's Conference 2009, hosted by Shriver and Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger, gathers more than 100 newsmakers and world opinion leaders with 25,000 women from all walks of life for to be "educated, inspired and empowered to be Architects of Change in their own lives, within their communities and around the world."
Pie-Splattered Comedian Soupy Sales Dies at 83
DETROIT — Soupy Sales, the rubber-faced comedian whose anything-for-a-chuckle career was built on 20,000 pies to the face and 5,000 live TV appearances across a half-century of laughs, has died. He was 83.
Sales died at Thursday night at Calvary Hospice in the Bronx, New York, said his former manager and longtime friend, Dave Usher. Sales had many health problems and entered the hospice last week, Usher said.
At the peak of his fame in the 1950s and '60s, Sales was one of the best-known faces in the nation, Usher said.
"If President Eisenhower would have walked down the street, no one would have recognized him as much as Soupy," said Usher.
At the same time, Sales retained an openness to fans that turned every restaurant meal into an endless autograph-signing session, Usher said.
"He was just good to people," Usher said.
Sales began his TV career in Detroit, where he drew a large audience on WXYZ-TV. He moved to Los Angeles in 1961.
The comic's pie-throwing schtick became his trademark, and celebrities lined up to take one on the chin alongside Sales. During the early 1960s, stars such as Frank Sinatra, Tony Curtis and Shirley MacLaine received their just desserts side-by-side with the comedian on his television show.
"I'll probably be remembered for the pies, and that's all right," Sales said in a 1985 interview.
Sales was born Milton Supman on Jan. 8, 1926, in North Carolina and grew up in Huntington, W.Va.
His greatest success came in New York with "The Soupy Sales Show" -- an ostensible children's show that had little to do with Captain Kangaroo and other kiddie fare. Sales' manic, improvisational style also attracted an older audience that responded to his envelope-pushing antics.
Sales, who was typically clad in a black sweater and oversized bow-tie, was once suspended for a week after telling his legion of tiny listeners to empty their mothers' purse and mail him all the pieces of green paper bearing pictures of the presidents.
The cast of "Saturday Night Live" later paid homage by asking their audience to send in their joints. His influence was also obvious in the Pee-Wee Herman character created by Paul Reubens.
Sales is survived by his wife, Trudy, and two sons, Hunt and Tony, a pair of musicians who backed David Bowie in the band Tin Machine.
At the peak of his fame in the 1950s and '60s, Sales was one of the best-known faces in the nation, Usher said.
"If President Eisenhower would have walked down the street, no one would have recognized him as much as Soupy," said Usher.
At the same time, Sales retained an openness to fans that turned every restaurant meal into an endless autograph-signing session, Usher said.
"He was just good to people," Usher said.
Sales began his TV career in Detroit, where he drew a large audience on WXYZ-TV. He moved to Los Angeles in 1961.
The comic's pie-throwing schtick became his trademark, and celebrities lined up to take one on the chin alongside Sales. During the early 1960s, stars such as Frank Sinatra, Tony Curtis and Shirley MacLaine received their just desserts side-by-side with the comedian on his television show.
"I'll probably be remembered for the pies, and that's all right," Sales said in a 1985 interview.
Sales was born Milton Supman on Jan. 8, 1926, in North Carolina and grew up in Huntington, W.Va.
His greatest success came in New York with "The Soupy Sales Show" -- an ostensible children's show that had little to do with Captain Kangaroo and other kiddie fare. Sales' manic, improvisational style also attracted an older audience that responded to his envelope-pushing antics.
Sales, who was typically clad in a black sweater and oversized bow-tie, was once suspended for a week after telling his legion of tiny listeners to empty their mothers' purse and mail him all the pieces of green paper bearing pictures of the presidents.
The cast of "Saturday Night Live" later paid homage by asking their audience to send in their joints. His influence was also obvious in the Pee-Wee Herman character created by Paul Reubens.
Sales is survived by his wife, Trudy, and two sons, Hunt and Tony, a pair of musicians who backed David Bowie in the band Tin Machine.
by foxnews
Review: An Education
Newcomer Carey Mulligan dazzles in this heartfelt evocation of early '60s London
An Education is a near-perfect little film, a poignant depiction of England in 1961 – a time when there was nothing remotely "swinging" about London. Of course, we now know that a couple of years later, the Beatles, the Rolling Stones and Carnaby Street fashion would make the English capital the epicenter of all things cool and magical.
But those seismic shifts seem unimaginable at this time, and 16-year-old Jenny (Carey Mulligan ) is bored out of her mind, stuck in the bland suburb of Twickenham. She's an ace student at a state-funded girls' school, an only child whose every move is scrutinized by a domineering but loving father (played with deft comic timing by Alfred Molina) and a docile mother (Cara Seymour).
Jenny seeks refuge from the tedium by retreating to her bedroom and singing along to très hip French singer Juliette Gréco. The intellectually precocious teen often inserts French phrases into conversation, and she's quite taken with the absurdism of Albert Camus's novel L’Étranger. To Jenny, France represents everything that's exotic and sophisticated — it's the anti-Twickenham of her imagination. She dreams of going to Paris, where people "wear black and listen to Jacques Brel."
Jenny seeks refuge from the tedium by retreating to her bedroom and singing along to très hip French singer Juliette Gréco. The intellectually precocious teen often inserts French phrases into conversation, and she's quite taken with the absurdism of Albert Camus's novel L’Étranger. To Jenny, France represents everything that's exotic and sophisticated — it's the anti-Twickenham of her imagination. She dreams of going to Paris, where people "wear black and listen to Jacques Brel."
But she's also hatched a larger, more realistic escape plan: the goal of being accepted into the prestigious University of Oxford. It's only an hour away, and tantalizingly close to offering Jenny the independence she craves.
Everything seems to be going according to plan: her middle-class parents encourage her to attend the upscale university, and Jenny even notches top marks for her essay "Passion and practicality in Jane Eyre." Soon, however, she's swept up into an entirely different world and forced to deal with issues of passion and practicality in her own life.
A major detour arrives in the form of David (Peter Sarsgaard), a mysterious man in his early 30s who provides an instant ticket to the glamorous life. Along with his pals Danny (Dominic Cooper) and Helen (Rosamund Pike), Jenny heads off to posh nightclubs, fine art auctions, dog races, even her beloved Paris. It's a far cry from her drab world of school orchestra concerts and Latin homework. Gorging on a diet of refinement, romance and fun times, Jenny starts to question the value of a formal education.
Everything seems to be going according to plan: her middle-class parents encourage her to attend the upscale university, and Jenny even notches top marks for her essay "Passion and practicality in Jane Eyre." Soon, however, she's swept up into an entirely different world and forced to deal with issues of passion and practicality in her own life.
A major detour arrives in the form of David (Peter Sarsgaard), a mysterious man in his early 30s who provides an instant ticket to the glamorous life. Along with his pals Danny (Dominic Cooper) and Helen (Rosamund Pike), Jenny heads off to posh nightclubs, fine art auctions, dog races, even her beloved Paris. It's a far cry from her drab world of school orchestra concerts and Latin homework. Gorging on a diet of refinement, romance and fun times, Jenny starts to question the value of a formal education.
Danish director Lone Scherfig works wonders with her cast. Mulligan was 22 when the film was shot, but she's absolutely convincing as a book-smart teen who yearns to be an elegant grown-up, yet isn't ready for the harsh realities of the adult world. It's a career-making performance. Sarsgaard is also note-perfect as the beguiling older man who charms both Jenny and her wary parents. He delivers a nuanced take on the role — a combination of besotted innocence, self-delusion and ruthless manipulation.
The supporting players in this Brit cast are also first-rate, including Olivia Williams as an English lit teacher concerned about Jenny's academic progress and Emma Thompson as the headmistress who sharply rebukes Jenny's impulsive behaviour. Cooper and Pike shine as 24-hour party people whose vacuous lives serve as both an enticement and a warning to Jenny.
Novelist Nick Hornby (About a Boy, High Fidelity) wrote the taut script, adapting it from a brief memoir by British journalist Lynn Barber (see sidebar). He transforms her personal essay into a droll meditation on the efficacy of various forms of education – textbooks and teachers versus the "university of life," as David refers to it.
Given Hornby's precise eye for pop culture, it's not surprising that the period detail is sumptuous. In terms of fashion and music, An Education rivals Mad Men for early 1960s accuracy. The cinematography tells a great deal of the story, contrasting the monochrome flatness of the sparsely furnished Twickenham home with the eye-popping colour and energy of the famed Walthamstow greyhound racetrack.
There's nothing especially innovative here: An Education is a coming-of-age story, part of a sub-genre we've seen dozens of times before. It's just that you rarely see them written or acted quite this well, or with this level of empathy.
The supporting players in this Brit cast are also first-rate, including Olivia Williams as an English lit teacher concerned about Jenny's academic progress and Emma Thompson as the headmistress who sharply rebukes Jenny's impulsive behaviour. Cooper and Pike shine as 24-hour party people whose vacuous lives serve as both an enticement and a warning to Jenny.
Novelist Nick Hornby (About a Boy, High Fidelity) wrote the taut script, adapting it from a brief memoir by British journalist Lynn Barber (see sidebar). He transforms her personal essay into a droll meditation on the efficacy of various forms of education – textbooks and teachers versus the "university of life," as David refers to it.
Given Hornby's precise eye for pop culture, it's not surprising that the period detail is sumptuous. In terms of fashion and music, An Education rivals Mad Men for early 1960s accuracy. The cinematography tells a great deal of the story, contrasting the monochrome flatness of the sparsely furnished Twickenham home with the eye-popping colour and energy of the famed Walthamstow greyhound racetrack.
There's nothing especially innovative here: An Education is a coming-of-age story, part of a sub-genre we've seen dozens of times before. It's just that you rarely see them written or acted quite this well, or with this level of empathy.
By Greig Dymond
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Swollen Members - Armed to the Teeth (2009)
01. Reclaim The Throne (Ft. Tre Nyce & Young Kazh)
02. Porn Star (Ft. Tre Nyce)
03. Kyla
04. Red Dragon (Ft. Moka Only)
05. Bollywood Chick (Ft. Tech N9ne & Tre Nyce)
06. Meltdown
07. My Life
08. Bang Bang (Ft. Tre Nyce & Young Kazh)
09. Here We Come
10. Warriror (Ft. Tre Nyce & Young Kazh)
11. Certified Dope
12. Funeral March (Ft. Saafir & Barbie Hatch)
13. Flyest (Ft. Tre Nyce)
14. Lonley One
15. Crossfire (Ft. Kweli & Phil Da Agony)
16. Concerto
17. Dumb (Ft. Everlast & Slaine)
18. Real P.I. (Ft. TreNyce & Glasses Malone)
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Snowgoons - The Trojan Horse (2009)
1. The Trojan Horse ft. Savage Brothers
2. King Kong ft Reef The Lost Cauze & Young De
3. Hey Young World ft. La Coka Nostra & Heltah Skeltah
4. Krush University ft. Krush Unit & Freestyle
5. Git Cha Gully Up ft. Outerspace
6. Full Force ft. Block McCLoud, King Syze, Faez One & Sifu Versus
7. Hate On Me ft. Krumb Snatcha & M-Dot
8. Make Way ft. Buckshot, Reef The Lost Cauze & Chief Kamachi
9. Goons Stampede ft. Rakaa (Dilated Peoples), Reks & Sicknature
10. The Limit ft. Viro The Virus
11. He Sold Out ft. Lord Lhus
12. The Ill Bunch ft. Tribeca, Nut-Rageous & Termanology
13. The Time Is Now ft. D-Stroy, Freestyle & Sicknature
14. Valley Of Death ft. Block McCloud, Sabac Red, LordWillin
15. Scar Sculpture ft. Virtuoso & Young Haze
16. I Did Everything ft. Qualm (Savage Brothers), Darkskinned Assassin & Lord Lhus
17. Cross The Line ft. Young Haze
18. Survive The Mess ft. El Da Sensei & Kaze
19. Man In The Mirror ft. Nut-Rageous
2. King Kong ft Reef The Lost Cauze & Young De
3. Hey Young World ft. La Coka Nostra & Heltah Skeltah
4. Krush University ft. Krush Unit & Freestyle
5. Git Cha Gully Up ft. Outerspace
6. Full Force ft. Block McCLoud, King Syze, Faez One & Sifu Versus
7. Hate On Me ft. Krumb Snatcha & M-Dot
8. Make Way ft. Buckshot, Reef The Lost Cauze & Chief Kamachi
9. Goons Stampede ft. Rakaa (Dilated Peoples), Reks & Sicknature
10. The Limit ft. Viro The Virus
11. He Sold Out ft. Lord Lhus
12. The Ill Bunch ft. Tribeca, Nut-Rageous & Termanology
13. The Time Is Now ft. D-Stroy, Freestyle & Sicknature
14. Valley Of Death ft. Block McCloud, Sabac Red, LordWillin
15. Scar Sculpture ft. Virtuoso & Young Haze
16. I Did Everything ft. Qualm (Savage Brothers), Darkskinned Assassin & Lord Lhus
17. Cross The Line ft. Young Haze
18. Survive The Mess ft. El Da Sensei & Kaze
19. Man In The Mirror ft. Nut-Rageous
Black Market Militia Presents William Cooper - Beware Of The Pale Horse (2009)
01. The Day of Light
02. In America (Feat. Killah Priest & Hell Razah)
03. Bring it Back (Feat. 9th Prince Of Killarmy & Nature)
04. One Roll of the Dice
05. Still Shining (Feat. Killah Priest)
06. Salutations (What's Real)
07. Song Cry Black
08. Pray For Me
09. Heaven Black
10. Free (Feat. Stoneface & Majesty)
11. Feel Afraid
12. Beware of the Pale Horse (Feat. Ill Bill of La Coka Nostra)
13. J. W. Booth
14. Megalif
15. Bust My Gun
16. Cocaine Israelites (Feat. Killah Priest)
17. American Gangsters (Feat. Kool G Rap)
18. No Retreat No Surrender (Feat. Blue Raspberry, Bloodsport, Stoneface & Majesty)
02. In America (Feat. Killah Priest & Hell Razah)
03. Bring it Back (Feat. 9th Prince Of Killarmy & Nature)
04. One Roll of the Dice
05. Still Shining (Feat. Killah Priest)
06. Salutations (What's Real)
07. Song Cry Black
08. Pray For Me
09. Heaven Black
10. Free (Feat. Stoneface & Majesty)
11. Feel Afraid
12. Beware of the Pale Horse (Feat. Ill Bill of La Coka Nostra)
13. J. W. Booth
14. Megalif
15. Bust My Gun
16. Cocaine Israelites (Feat. Killah Priest)
17. American Gangsters (Feat. Kool G Rap)
18. No Retreat No Surrender (Feat. Blue Raspberry, Bloodsport, Stoneface & Majesty)
Watch your back
Oh what jealousy of the physical difference! Of the outcasting cast out in flesh! Oh how simple the definitions then become. How meaningful in their ever-presence. What sort of a tragedy can there be when its shape is nothing? How do you give it shape? How do you translate it into something it is not?
All pictures are by Risk Hazekamp.
Watch your back
Oh what jealousy of the physical difference! Of the outcasting cast out in flesh! Oh how simple the definitions then become. How meaningful in their ever-presence. What sort of a tragedy can there be when its shape is nothing? How do you give it shape? How do you translate it into something it is not?
All pictures are by Risk Hazekamp.
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